I lost contact with Scowerdon (a.k.a. Max K.) over 20 years ago but when i returned to sheffield at the end of 2012 i managed to track him down. Our paths first crossed in the mid 1980's when we both lived on the same S12 estate that he took his name from. He was an awkwardly tall & painfully thin guy who made equally awkward music in a paint splashed room full of broken and malfunctioning instruments & audio equipment. Everything was recorded direct to cassette machines, often the portable radio/cassette. He didn't have a porta-studio but managed to edit together rapid-fire sound montages that defied the restrictions of the equipment. Occasionally he got me to add a vocal but mostly he worked on his own & always seemed content with the music for its own sake, neither expecting nor wanting it to 'fit in'; just like himself.Over the years much of those eighties recordings have got lost or destroyed but over the last few months i've managed to coax him into agreeing to 'let go' of some of what remains & so be able to piece together this slice of Paradise Lost.